He pretended that he was okay but Marcel knew deep down that he wasn't okay at all. There was this hollow feeling inside of his chest that reminded him every day that something was missing from his life.
However, Marcel was too stubborn. She was the one that ruined the perfect relationship that they could have had, had she not been keeping secrets from him. So why must he be the one to make a move? Because he's the man? Why must he suffer with her?
Marcel banged his hand on the steering out of frustration and that was when he saw it.
"Oh shit!" He cursed, swerving to the side, missing by just inches as the car behind him slammed into the highway's light pole and he was able to escape without a scratch.
He was under attack, and Marcel recognized it a little too late. He had been so distracted by the thoughts of Arianna that he didn't realize that he had been trailed for a while, probably right after he dropped Victor off.
